Softhand

Accidental Missionary man bleeds a softhand

You make me over and over

Turn poses in my head

And you left me burning

If I could

Every Babble cowers

Every stupid thing you say

Though I was your power

If I could I would

And they lay you wasted

It's an open coffin

To bury a softhand

Every movement suits you

Your face is open

And it left me burning

If I could

With your softhand

You pick 'em up and pick 'em out

With your softhand

You shoot 'em up when you lead them down

If I could I would I could I could